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To win some will have to loose

n/a: just a little Drabble that came to mind, please bare with me I have never posted of demon slayer before 😃

Hope you enjoy this and find it entertaining (?) also this is GN!

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All the hashira’s were requested to attend the usual meeting by master Kagaya Ubuyashiki, apparently a kid Tanjiro Kamado had been traveling with his demon sister Nezuko for some time now.

As the Hashira of the senses, with your fastness and ability to predetermínate your opponent steps, you were requested to be there, but being a hashira was never on your plans.

Your bad feeling that something would be wrong the night that your family died would never leave you. If only you had to said something about what you sensed that day, they would be alive today.

You saw all the fellow Hashira members and nood at them. You where happy to see them but this meeting had you an special sense about it, you just couldn’t figure out what it was.

After the presentation of Sanemi trying to provoke Nezuko, something in you changed, almost like a stroke directly to your heart, hope mixed with mourning.

With that feeling in you, the meeting for only Hashira begun.

“Has this kid made a difference in the trails of our destiny yet?” There was the question that often haunted you, and the question you were disappointed not being able to respond to your master.

“No” you said with discomfort, you where the only one who could receive fragments from the future, and yet you had nothing more than noises that sounded like whispers.

“Hmmm I have a feeling that this might change…”

“Forgive me master” you fell into the ground with disappointment in yourself, the other hashira where surprised, you had never behaved like this before.

“This is so sad, they do not have the strength to tell us the truth” Gyomei said crying.

“She is strong enough, but she does not want us to know!” Shinobu proclaimed.

“We are hashira, we can handle a simple truth, but please let it be flashy!” Tengen stated with his arms crossed and his cooky smile.

“Stop commenting in a conversation that isn’t yours! Let the master speak!” Sanemi added angry that the master was interrupted.

“The clouds are moving faster now” Muichiro said out loud, as usual in his own word.

“Speak freely, please” the master said to you with his usual calmness.

You were not able to see so far into the future, most of times you were only able to see little fragments of the future, although these sometimes could be confused with fragments of someone’s past or even their ancestors.

Then the screams of all the hashira hit you like a train, making yourself start trembling noticeably.

“Are you okay?” Rengoku asked with his usual happy smile but a little worry in his eyes, he was a good friend and a great hashira.

Hearing Kyōjurō’s voice only added a small fragment of him smiling with a closed eye and blood all over his face, you could see the reflection of the kid, Tanjiro Kamado in Rengoku’s open eye.

You looked directly to the master, with a trembling voice stating “A difference will be made, we might be the ones to win, but to win some will have to l-loose” your body could only feel the pain and guilt of hearing your fellow hashira in pain.

“Hmm, I see” the master said with their usual calmness.

“I’m sorry master, I don’t have much, just voice-“ you stopped talking once the master lifter their hand so you stop speaking more.

��I understand, you are not a response for our future dear, please do not provide us any information if this could interfere with our destiny to kill Muzan Kibutsuji”

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I was sad bc my bf was a thought working schedule and I have been missing him, then this man said “my heart only says your name”. He has not seen queen charlotte but I have, I died.

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WORKING ON THIS!!!

Why do I feel like a relationship with Jake Lockley would be kind of abusing?

I kind of want to write something where reader is in a non healthy relationship with jake but Steven or Marc somehow find about it…

Should I?

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when he kicked the wheel chair 💀💀💀

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Why do I feel like a relationship with Jake Lockley would be kind of abusing?

I kind of want to write something where reader is in a non healthy relationship with jake but Steven or Marc somehow find about it…

Should I?

Working on it

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moon knight episode 4 spoilers

can we talk about that scene where layla kills that zombie thing (i can’t remember what it’s called) and she is laying on the ground afterwards and screams? because HOLY SHIT. not only is may calamawy’s acting fucking incredible in this whole episode, but it’s also one of the first times we see someone not be okay after something horribly traumatic like that??

like usually the hero or whoever will just continue along and ignore their feelings on the matter, but she doesn’t. we get to see her feel what happened to her and i just think it was incredible.

also the fact that she didn’t play it pretty. like, she was in agony and she played it as such. her grief throughout the episode is so well portrayed, it’s amazing. i am in love with her.

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My entire process of writing fics is just like *writes chunk of dialogue I think would be funny* *writes chunk of dialogue I think would be wholesome* *writes chunk of dialogue that is angsty but somehow romantic* *panics about how I can possibly make a plot outta this*

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Soooo I´ve been watching Avatar the last airbender and Legend Of Korra, so i might post some imagines of some characters because im in love with them :3

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400 LUX

Sherlock wants to cut things off but the reader thinks he should really think it over. Or, the one where Sherlock isn’t one for saying “I love you”, but he has always offered you a sword. Thanks for reading!

Sherlock Holmes/Reader

Keep reading

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Nobody:

People who write fanfics:

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Completely Natural (Sherlock Holmes)

Summary: Reader is nervous to tell one of their best friends their sexuality (idk… I think that’s it)

Warnings: none I think, fluff

A/N: hello people out there, haven’t written in a time but here we are back. Happy pride month! So as I myself am a bisexual I just thought of how it would be coming out to my favorite characters so here you go! I may do other characters as well but I won’t do a coming out other than bisexual because I understand it can be very different, I’ll try to make it as gender neutral as I can! so I hope that’s fine with you, enjoy it!

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“You just have to tell him” John said looking at you as you walked in circles in the apartment.

“But what if he thinks I’m weird or that I have a psychological problem?”

“It’s Sherlock who we are talking about, if anything he is the one who is quite mental” You rolled your eyes and let yourself fall into your sofa.

“Please John, it’s important for me” you said with a sad smile “don’t you remember how you acted when you knew? You where weird like an old father”

John gasped in disapproval “that was because I was in shock! I saw you kissing someone! You didn’t tell me you liked girls and boys, I just saw you” he frown “and I would’ve been in shock anyways regardless of gender”

You smiled knowing he was right, John Watson even if he was a little old fashioned he was open minded, he lived with Sherlock he had to. It wasn’t difficult for you to explain that you were bisexual to John, in some way it was comforting knowing he knew, “well, I appreciate that you explained to me but you didn’t have to, love your life how you want and I hope you find love in it, it really doesn’t matter if it’s a woman or a man” he has said.

But with Sherlock it was different, you didn’t know why you where all nervous, it was obvious that he would understand, he had seen multiple cases where there was a queer person or other sexuality than straight where their sexuality wasn’t a big shock to the detective. Sherlock Holmes was an intelligent man and you knew, or well, hope that it didn’t matter to him, in more than one way you looked up to him, and that’s why you wanted to tell him yourself so badly, you didn’t want his approval, you didn’t need it (although it would be nice) because you knew who you where, but just saying it to him was a prove to yourself that that’s who you are and who you’ve always been.

The door opened and the tall, curly haired man looked happy, which meant there was a case, Sherlock looked both to John and you three times, scanning one, and then the other, but he didn’t care for more than ten seconds and started walking to his room talking about how Lestrade was a terrible detective and without him the police of London wound be lost.

“Sherlock come here!” John shout out of nowhere giving you a look that you understand as a ‘now you tell him’

“What terrible manners, I’m in a middle of a story here” Sherlock said entering the room with a book.

“You were bragging” John said and you fixed yourself in the sofa, trying to not look as nervous as you where “(Y/N) has to tell you something” Sherlock looked at you obviously holding back of saying his deduction of you.

“I…like people, like girls and boys, well… woman and man, if you give me to choose…I can’t, I just like both” you said feeling your heart in your throat.

“Good for you” Sherlock said looking incredibly awkward and proceeding to look at his book,John pushed him a little with his elbow.

“Better than I expected” you said giving him a sarcastic look.

“What did you expect me to say? I already knew, I know everything!, but I appreciate that you told me even though you don’t have to”

“What do you mean by ‘I already knew’?” You said in shock.

“Everything I said and you just ask that, well… in the very rare occasions we have gone out to spend ‘a good time’ you have looked the same way to both men and women, your pupils expand the same way when you look someone you find attractive it doesn’t matter their gender… oh and I saw you get a number of both male and female on the same week once, and I know it was a female because of how the numbers where written, the man just was the horrible cologne” he said as if it was nothing but for a second he gave you a tiny smile.

“You knew and didn’t tell me?”

“Why would I? You’re still you, it’s not a big deal” you laugh in disbelief “but if you had to tell me and where that nervous means that you cared” Sherlock stood in front of you and made you a sign to stand up too.

“You cared to tell me, I appreciate that, and just know that your sexuality doesn’t change how I view you” he said in a low voice tone proceeding to give you a hug.

“Wow you do have feelings” you said when the hug ended and Sherlock was back in his own mind

“From time to time, and it’s completely natural!” He shout going to the kitchen.

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Peter Parker is a softy

(Or how Peter Parker would be as a boyfriend)

A headcanon

You had a proyect with Ned

Ever since peter saw you talking to his best friend he had a crush on you

Trying to make the project with Ned meant you would meet peter anytime

And while doing research you noticed Ned’s bestie looking at you

He was very cute and also quiet

Fast enough Ned introduced him and tried to have the three of you together as friends

You ended becoming study pals

In the rest time you started to talk and You found his interest in “nerdy” things cute

You would hear him talk about all he gets excited about

If you didn’t understand something he would explain it without a doubt

He never makes you feel less intelligent tho

After spending some time with him as friends

By accident he would tell you he likes you

“Oh gosh I like you so much”

He blushes acknowledging his words

And you kiss him

You felt like a mess after kissing him but good enough he kissed you back

He would held your hand in class

He would wait for you if your class ended late

Always got your favorite snack

He loves when you try your best to be interested in a video game

You loving seeing him learning about your interests

Good morning and good night messages

He could hear you talk about your favorite show for hours and would get invested in it

Definitely introduced you to May

He would be the one to say he wants to meet your parents

Would be nervous to meet your parents tho

If you get upset with him he’ll bring your favorite snacks

Cuddles every time he can

He is NOT ashamed to kiss you or hug you in public

Will ask for consent to put his hand on your waist

Will ask for consent for anything really

He will notice a lot of things you do

“Hey I brought you this, I saw you didn’t feel good in class” while handing you a pill

Peter is a show off and when you discover he’s spider man he just *has* to show you everything

“Whatever arachnid!”

“I’M STILL HUMAN!”

You loveeee to see him blush

So you tease him constantly

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“I don’t do dates” Ch 5 (Fred Weasley) ~Final~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Female!reader

Warnings: none, fluff

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, the last week of the semester is horrible. Hope you like this and sorry if it’s short and trashy. Also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT! ❤️ I didn’t think this idea was going to be liked but I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed it!

Taglist: @immajustreadwritereblog @levylovegood @frenchkpoplover @hemmoporro @filipi-yes @primadonnasdream @somekidinacoma @elegantraimbow

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‘It’ll be easy, just go and tell him’ George had said to (Y/N) because he knew that his brother still liked and loved her, but his words didn't make her feel confident to approach the redhead, everytime she looked at him on the halls she froze, her fast heartbeat didn’t let her move and when she finally took the courage to go and talk, she couldn't even pronounce a single word like if her tongue was stuck on her mouth. In just three days all the excitement and courage she felt after realizing that she wanted to be with Fred transformed into frustration for not beign able to talk to him.

“I can’t I’ll just make a fool of myself” she said to Angelina who was pushing her to sit by Fred’s side on transfigurations

“You are already a joke honey beign so nervous for a guy who you almost fuck, now all you have to do is sit by his side and try to not die” she gasped and before she could say anything Agelina gave her a final push smiling, taking a deep breath (Y/N) sat by Fred’s side.

Taking her seat, her leg immediately beginning to bounce while she tried to look the other way, taking one more breath she recognized the smell of the person by her side. Fred didn't look bothered by her presence at all, if he had noticed. Looking at him she started to notice that he was half asleep, his head resting on his hand not really caring about anything, and still with those lazy eyes and calm breathing he looked gorgeous.

“Finally you appear, I’ve-” he stopped mumbling when he realized that it wasn’t the boy that looked exactly like him who he was talking to, instead it was...her.

The girl who he loved, the one that with one word could destroy him or make him the happiest person in the word.  Her leg stopped bouncing when their eyes connected, like if everyone in that classroom had disappeared and it was just them, she definitely missed that, but looking at that beautiful brown eyes, she felt her heart beating fast, not making her feel anxious and this time it wasn't uncomfortable, no it felt right she liked that kind of heartbeat, she felt excited and flame of happiness inside her.

Like if she was a ghost he looked away looking almost scared.

“Hi” she said this time feeling nervous, but he didn't look at her, instead he opened the book in front of him pretending to read.”I want to talk to you” she said again hoping that he wouldn’t ignore her.

“Really? I thought I was a horrible person” he said, narrowing his eyes, not looking at her.

“I never-”

“Yes you did” he said this time looking at her “ ‘you’re so cruel’ you said it” his words where harsh and it was obvious he was hurt.

She froze, she had forgotten about that.

“Well I said you were cruel I never said that you were a horrible person that’s way different” she argued back completely forgetting what her original purpose on talking to him was and the nervous feeling fading.

“ ‘Cause that makes it better” he said before standing up, grabbing his things and getting out of the classroom.

“I’m so good at this” she mumbled to herself.

At least she knew why Fred didn’t talk to her, even if the reason was a good one she didn’t know what to do for him to forgive her. And as stubborn as she was she knew that she had to say sorry, the problem was that Fred was also very very stubborn. As much as she wanted to get closer to him out of a classroom Fred seemed to be good at hiding from her and he beign much taller than her helped him to move fast trough the halls.

“You’re really changing me?” Cedric smiled looking at (Y/N) who wasn’t as happy as the Hufflepuff.

“What are you talking about?” She said when her friend took a seat in front of her in the library.

“Well there are rumors that you have feelings for a Weasley? Is it true?” She nodded and he gasped dramatically “You changed me for a redhead!”

“I’ll never change you Ced” she smiled at him looking up from her book.

“I asked you out years ago and know you decide to have feelings for him” Cedric rolled his eyes playfully and placing his hand on his chest dramatically making the girl laugh.

“Sorry mate, I didn’t decide to like him” her smiled dropped thinking about Fred and how painfully he avoided her “but it doesn’t matter because he hates me”

“He doesn’t hate you” the Hufflepuff said punching her slightly on the shoulder.

“He does, and he’s got a point to hate me”

“Listed to yourself woman, when on Merlin’s sake have you pity yourself? You’re in Gryffindor! Take some courage and go for your man” Cedric was honest in his words, and he wanted to see her happy with someone she cared for.

“Don’t bring up my house Cedric, just because you’re a champion” he chucked and his cheeks turned red.

“We’ll just by beign you then, you don’t pity yourself over a guy” he smiled “that isn’t me at least” he smirked.

“He hates me” she said stubbornly looking back at her book.

“He doesn’t” he shrugged.

“Why are you so sure about that?” She said inpatienly.

“Because no Weasley comes to the library for fun and I can see him from here killing me with his eyes just for beign with you”

Turning to see behind her, she saw two redheads sitting way back, one sleeping on a open book and other looking at her directly. Just like Cedric had said no Weasley went to the library for fun and it was obvious that George was the redhead sleeping. Fred’s eyes were glued to her and when their eyes connected he panicked looking to his book quickly.

“He doesn’t hate you, if he did he wouldn’t care about you and if he’s mad it’ll pass with time”

“Three months hadn’t been enough?” She asked knowing apparently it hadn’t.

“You just don’t give up” he sent her a kind smile “I didn’t get rejected for you to give up easily right?” She chuckled and nodded.

With Cedric’s encouraging words she went back to her first taught, she had to win him over, so she began to do the best things she could think of, first getting back the group together. At breakfast she sat with George, Lee, Angekina, Katie and Fred, the rest of the group was happy that they were together again knowing that (Y/N) was trying to get Fred back. She would throw some really bad jokes so that he could hear and laugh, but all he did was tense his jaw in a attempt not to smile or laugh by how bad it was, she helped the twins spreading the word about their product when George told her that the were going to start promoting them so that they could sell more. She had also gotten detention from Professor Snape after blowing up her cauldron ‘on accident’ finally making the redhead break and laugh as high as he could, with that it just had took her one week Fred so that didn't look away from her anymore.

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“Just talk to her please” George said throwing himself to his bed.

“Not yet” Fred replied doing the same thing.

“(Y/N) is going crazy trying to get your attention and she’s making ME crazy, have some mercy for your dear brother and stop beign a git” George sat on the corner of his bed looking how his twin smiled.

Fred looked peaceful and happy, ever since (Y/N) started trying to get closer to him his mood was different. Three months beign a little off while he ignored her where difficult. And while at first he was ignoring her for the words she had told him that night after the first tournament party ... the fact was that he hadn’t thought of her words in a month.

‘You’re so cruel’

Her words had hurt him, but she was right, she was clear from the beginning and he didn’t respected her boundaries, because he enjoyed beign around her and the chase and catch game. So that was why he didn’t talk to her anymore, finally respecting her desires to be left alone.

“You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” George spoke again and a smile escaped from his lips “you like that she’s trying to get your attention”

“Maybe” Fred mumbled looking at the sealing of the dorm thinking if he should start talking to her again.

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With Christmas being so close and the Yule ball as well, which mean that the whole castle was starting to be covered in snow. The classes passed as normal but beign in the dungeons the cold was rather annoying.

“Morning” she said, placing her books sitting by Fred’s side on potions hopping to hear him say something.

He looked at her and then back to his book. She felt relieved that he didn't go away, for the first time. Usually he would change seats with George or Angelina . And the second part of her plan began, he looked at her now and she just needed him to hear her.

As much as she wanted to tell him something she couldn’t, Professor Snape making more comments about how bad she was in the subject than usual while her making sure she wouldn’t make another explosion, some students giggled by Snape’s comments. Frustrated by the pressure she felt over the class, the professor himself and other students she tried making her potion as fast as she could, making it worse if she stirred her cauldron a little more the potion would overflow, until someone dropped an herb on her cauldron, the potion immediately losing foam. Looking up she found him, Fred’s eyes looking directly at her, and while she looked amoused he was rather happy.

“The things I do” he mumbled winking at her before dropping a liquid on his cauldron.

A purple fog emerged from the cauldron, spreading out quickly in all the classroom, all the students panicking afraid the purple fog could have a second effect. Everyone started running to the door not caring if Professor Snape said something. (Y/N) felt someone taking her hand and dragging her out of the classroom. Out of the dungeons they were still running and coughing until they were at the gardens of Hogwarts, letting themselves fall sitting on the grass.

“Why?” She asked trying to catch a breath.

“Snape is an idiot” he said laughing proud of how the purple fog turned out. “And I couldn’t hear him say anything about you anymore” he whispered but she heard him.

After a while Fred stopped laughing and (Y/N) couldn’t help herself to smile looking at him, she had missed him so much, his laugh, hearing him insult Snape and she had missed that naturally peaceful feeling he gave her.

“Fred I-“

“I’m sorry” he said interrupting her.

“No, I’m sorry I-“ he cut her off.

“I was the one that pushed you into wanting you to fall for me, you were always honest with me, you didn’t want to date and I still pushed you. I’m sorry that I hurt you and made you cry. I’m sorry” In Fred’s eyes you could see the regret and the honesty of his words.

“But I hurt you too and I never meant to say that you’re horrible or cruel, you’re really not, you’re caring, you care so much for me, for your siblings and friends and you never pushed me to do anything I don’t want to” she sent him a soft smile which he returned and both stared at the small portions of grass that wasn’t covered with snow.

A silence was formed and they felt that they had to say something else. Two hearts that wanted to explote for one another, crying their feelings out but not having a voice strong enough to be spoked with words. So looking at the grass was the only thing they could do, not knowing where to start.

“So we’re good?” He asked finally his eyes not leaving the grass.

She looked at him, his eyes were stick in the ground and still she knew that he had more to say, and so did she.

“No” she said and he looked at her with concern and sadness. His gaze made her look away at the position he was before.

“Fred Weasley we can’t be good” she sighed “Not when every time I look at you my heart ache because you don’t look at me, because you don’t say anything when I’m around. Not when I can’t talk to you without feeling my heartbeat on my throat and your precense makes me turn into a statue and your touch makes me lighter than a cloud. Because the fact is I can’t be good without you.”

She finally looked at him, scared that she had scared him by her words. Fred’s eyes where glued to her and those brown beautiful eyes where brighter, covered by a small layer of tears that tried to scape. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do or say because in that moment she didn’t feel like if she was in her own body waiting for his words, beign the most vulnerable she had ever been.

“I love you” Fred said smiling getting close to her.

Like if her would came back to her body she felt relief, not only by his words but by his smile.

“Still? After all-“ before she could finish her question she stopped when Fred’s hand reached her face and his touch just made her feel safe.

“I love you” he repeated “I still do, and will”

“Can I kiss you?” She asked teaching her hand to his head and playing with his hair making him giggle.

“I think we’re past asking but of course you can” he smiled pulling her into a kiss.

The kiss, different from other they had shared, the kiss wasn’t desperate or fast, it was soft, slow, enjoying the warm their touch gave to each other, they felt love.

“Well this was fun, see you later in a white dress” Fred said pulling away from her making her frown.

“What?”

“Since you don’t do dates I guess we should just jumó to the wedding” he said and she laughed pulling him again to a kiss.

“I can do an exception” she mumbled over his lips “I only do dates, for you”

Fred smiled and pulled them both to the ground, kissing and laughing while the snow started to fall from the sky.

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Omg I love I don’t do dates. I can’t wait to see what happens lol it’s so good. You are such a good writer❤️❤️

Thank you so much! 🥰 this means a lot to me 🥺 I’m so happy you’ve enjoyed it

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The face I make every time I have to connect to a zoom meeting in the morning.

(I’m also Dean not undersatansing a shit)